Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.which is sad, cos I
wouldn't mind
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One Year Ago.
In the Valley of the Kings, an American archaeologist smiled to himself. An ancient untouched tomb stood before him, this would be his claim to fame and fortune, and surly this tomb would be filled of rare and unique artefacts, gold, jewellery, hieroglyphics and a mummy. This was what he has always dreamed of, for his entire life, an untouched ancient Egyptian tomb.
Slowly the man began to open the entrance to the tomb, his heart racing in anticipation of what he might find. The warning chiselled into the door did not deter him, threatening words from men dead five thousand years would not keep him away from his dreams. Dust and dirt fell from the ceiling as the archaeologist and several Egyptian men pushed the monstrosity of a door aside.
"You first sir," said one of the Egyptians, "you found it."
The American smiled, took a deep breath and slowly entered the cool, damp and dark tunnel. He used a lantern that was passed into the tunnel for him to light his way as he ventured further and further into the tomb. The air was stale and thick with the dust that he stirred as he moved. The man coughed several times.
Finally after what felt like hours of moving at the pace of a snail the archaeologist reached a doorway. The doorway opened up into a small room that was completely empty. The heart of the American fell and a great sorrow overcame him. The room appeared to be empty except for dust and a funny smell, no gold, no exquisite jewellery and no treasures beyond his wildest dreams. There was nothing, nothing at all, except against the far wall there was a stand.
His hopes picked up as he crossed the room, dust rising behind him and then settling back down again. On the stand was one single measly gold necklace, a fine chain with an Egyptian cross on it. The cross was maybe about two inches long, about a quarter of an inch thick, and it sat all alone in this room on a stand. The only mark on it was an eye.
"Are you alright Professor Edana?"
The American looked up from the necklace, "Yes, I am fine. There is nothing here," the disappointment in his voice was obvious.
"Nothing at all?" called the other, a hint of disappointment present in his voice as well.
Professor Edana turned back to the necklace, picked it up carefully, fearful that it may crumble at his touch, and inspected it closer. There was nothing on it except for a carving of an Egyptian eye; it was just an old gold necklace with an old gold pendent. So Professor Edana pocketed it thinking that perhaps his daughter would like it, no one else would miss it.
"Nothing." .........
It took about fifteen minutes for Professor Edana's partner to arrive in the now completely empty room. Professor Edana's good friend Professor Hunter and he had high hopes for this dig, but had turned up next to nothing. That's not to say that the whole dig was useless, quite the opposite, the empty tomb was full of hieroglyphics, the walls of the passage way and the small room were littered with the strange little pictures which made up ancient Egyptian writing. Each wall held a story that the professors could translate, and with each story there was the potential to learn something new about the culture, the religion, a pharaoh, a queen, the possibilities were endless.
"Well John, looks like you were right," Professor Hunter sighed as he re- entered the small room, "there is nothing here, a few other rooms, but nothing besides writing on the walls."
John looked at the wall in front of him, studying the glyphs that were so carefully etched into the stone. "For disobedience and theft the Nameless One shall remain hidden here and face the punishment for her deed for the rest of eternity, may Ra never allow her into the afterlife," Edana read off the wall.
"Disobedience and theft," Professor Hunter scratched his head, "I guess she must have broken quite a few rules and taken something big, I mean being kicked out of the afterlife is a huge deal," he shook his head.
"Not even a name," Professor Edana added.
Hunter looked at the stand in front of him; it was stone and stood maybe four feet high. What he noticed was that on the top of the stand there was the shape of a necklace with a fair sized cross on it craved into the surface.
"Looks like there was a necklace here at some point in time," Hunter mused. "Wonder where it got off to?"
Edana looked at the empty stand and reached into his pocket, no one would miss it. "Maybe the tomb wasn't untouched after all," he suggested, "or maybe someone else had a sudden urge for 'disobedience and theft'."
Hunter chuckled out loud, "Well, guess we'll never know for sure. Best if we started back out, need to get back to the hotel, we have a meeting with the sponsor."
Hunter took one last look at the room and turned to leave, but accidentally knocked over the battery-operated lantern as he did so.
"Oops," he muttered, as he bent over to pick it up. As he began to straighten back up, a set of glyphs caught his eye. "He who touches the pendent of evil will die at the hands of Ra," Hunter read aloud. "I pity the poor soul who took it."
John Edana put his hands into his pockets and shivered involuntarily, "Come on, let's go, we need to get to the hotel remember?"
The two men left the small room and headed for the exit of the tunnel, the dig was not as prosperous as they had hoped, but there was always tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow would bring something better. .... Present Day A thin man sat in a chair by a fireplace. He did not look happy. Kneeling before him was another man, this one did not look happy either, in fact he looked absolutely terrified.
"What do you have to tell me?" asked the first man, the unhappy one. "Speak now," he commanded.
"Well.yes, well you see." the terrified man started.
"I don't not have time for this," bellowed the unhappy man in the chair, his vivid red eyes started down the grovelling man. "Spit it out now before I decide that you have no use what so ever."
"Yes Lord," squeaked the second man, now clearly beyond terrified. "I heard this legend while I was in Egypt, you see, legend has it that an ancient pharaoh made seven items that could control very dark magic." The man paused looking fearfully up at his all mighty master, see no reason to stop he continued. "And the person who controls all seven of these items will have power that could not be stopped!"
"So." the first man did not look impressed.
"Well, my Lord, I have reason to believe that these items of legend actually exist. I did some research and found drawings of a few of the items."
"Drawings will not help me."
"Yes Lord, but I saw a boy with one of the items, the Millennium Ring, I think it is called. If they exist and if you could get them Lord, then maybe Dumbledore and Harry Potter wouldn't be able to stand up to you." the man trailed off hoping his master liked his idea, because if he didn't, well he didn't want to think about that.
"You are sure it was the same one, not some imitation made for tourists?" the man's red eyes glowed as he thought about finally taking down Harry Potter, the one constant thorn in his side.
"Umm.well.I.I can't say for...one hundred percent," the second man started, "but I have complete faith that these items exist," he finished seeing his doom in the other's creepy eyes.
"You better hope so, for if they don't, you become a useless liar and I don't keep useless people around, and I will not tolerate liars, do I make myself clear?" The kneeling man look as though he was about to die of fright, but shook his head in agreement. "Good," replied the red-eyed man, "now, Wormtail, go and tell my Death Eaters that they must go to Egypt. Find those Millennium Items!" The man laughed evilly and his eyes narrowed until they were glowing red slits. ....
R&R please, but be kind this is my first fan fic thanks ^_^
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One Year Ago.
In the Valley of the Kings, an American archaeologist smiled to himself. An ancient untouched tomb stood before him, this would be his claim to fame and fortune, and surly this tomb would be filled of rare and unique artefacts, gold, jewellery, hieroglyphics and a mummy. This was what he has always dreamed of, for his entire life, an untouched ancient Egyptian tomb.
Slowly the man began to open the entrance to the tomb, his heart racing in anticipation of what he might find. The warning chiselled into the door did not deter him, threatening words from men dead five thousand years would not keep him away from his dreams. Dust and dirt fell from the ceiling as the archaeologist and several Egyptian men pushed the monstrosity of a door aside.
"You first sir," said one of the Egyptians, "you found it."
The American smiled, took a deep breath and slowly entered the cool, damp and dark tunnel. He used a lantern that was passed into the tunnel for him to light his way as he ventured further and further into the tomb. The air was stale and thick with the dust that he stirred as he moved. The man coughed several times.
Finally after what felt like hours of moving at the pace of a snail the archaeologist reached a doorway. The doorway opened up into a small room that was completely empty. The heart of the American fell and a great sorrow overcame him. The room appeared to be empty except for dust and a funny smell, no gold, no exquisite jewellery and no treasures beyond his wildest dreams. There was nothing, nothing at all, except against the far wall there was a stand.
His hopes picked up as he crossed the room, dust rising behind him and then settling back down again. On the stand was one single measly gold necklace, a fine chain with an Egyptian cross on it. The cross was maybe about two inches long, about a quarter of an inch thick, and it sat all alone in this room on a stand. The only mark on it was an eye.
"Are you alright Professor Edana?"
The American looked up from the necklace, "Yes, I am fine. There is nothing here," the disappointment in his voice was obvious.
"Nothing at all?" called the other, a hint of disappointment present in his voice as well.
Professor Edana turned back to the necklace, picked it up carefully, fearful that it may crumble at his touch, and inspected it closer. There was nothing on it except for a carving of an Egyptian eye; it was just an old gold necklace with an old gold pendent. So Professor Edana pocketed it thinking that perhaps his daughter would like it, no one else would miss it.
"Nothing." .........
It took about fifteen minutes for Professor Edana's partner to arrive in the now completely empty room. Professor Edana's good friend Professor Hunter and he had high hopes for this dig, but had turned up next to nothing. That's not to say that the whole dig was useless, quite the opposite, the empty tomb was full of hieroglyphics, the walls of the passage way and the small room were littered with the strange little pictures which made up ancient Egyptian writing. Each wall held a story that the professors could translate, and with each story there was the potential to learn something new about the culture, the religion, a pharaoh, a queen, the possibilities were endless.
"Well John, looks like you were right," Professor Hunter sighed as he re- entered the small room, "there is nothing here, a few other rooms, but nothing besides writing on the walls."
John looked at the wall in front of him, studying the glyphs that were so carefully etched into the stone. "For disobedience and theft the Nameless One shall remain hidden here and face the punishment for her deed for the rest of eternity, may Ra never allow her into the afterlife," Edana read off the wall.
"Disobedience and theft," Professor Hunter scratched his head, "I guess she must have broken quite a few rules and taken something big, I mean being kicked out of the afterlife is a huge deal," he shook his head.
"Not even a name," Professor Edana added.
Hunter looked at the stand in front of him; it was stone and stood maybe four feet high. What he noticed was that on the top of the stand there was the shape of a necklace with a fair sized cross on it craved into the surface.
"Looks like there was a necklace here at some point in time," Hunter mused. "Wonder where it got off to?"
Edana looked at the empty stand and reached into his pocket, no one would miss it. "Maybe the tomb wasn't untouched after all," he suggested, "or maybe someone else had a sudden urge for 'disobedience and theft'."
Hunter chuckled out loud, "Well, guess we'll never know for sure. Best if we started back out, need to get back to the hotel, we have a meeting with the sponsor."
Hunter took one last look at the room and turned to leave, but accidentally knocked over the battery-operated lantern as he did so.
"Oops," he muttered, as he bent over to pick it up. As he began to straighten back up, a set of glyphs caught his eye. "He who touches the pendent of evil will die at the hands of Ra," Hunter read aloud. "I pity the poor soul who took it."
John Edana put his hands into his pockets and shivered involuntarily, "Come on, let's go, we need to get to the hotel remember?"
The two men left the small room and headed for the exit of the tunnel, the dig was not as prosperous as they had hoped, but there was always tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow would bring something better. .... Present Day A thin man sat in a chair by a fireplace. He did not look happy. Kneeling before him was another man, this one did not look happy either, in fact he looked absolutely terrified.
"What do you have to tell me?" asked the first man, the unhappy one. "Speak now," he commanded.
"Well.yes, well you see." the terrified man started.
"I don't not have time for this," bellowed the unhappy man in the chair, his vivid red eyes started down the grovelling man. "Spit it out now before I decide that you have no use what so ever."
"Yes Lord," squeaked the second man, now clearly beyond terrified. "I heard this legend while I was in Egypt, you see, legend has it that an ancient pharaoh made seven items that could control very dark magic." The man paused looking fearfully up at his all mighty master, see no reason to stop he continued. "And the person who controls all seven of these items will have power that could not be stopped!"
"So." the first man did not look impressed.
"Well, my Lord, I have reason to believe that these items of legend actually exist. I did some research and found drawings of a few of the items."
"Drawings will not help me."
"Yes Lord, but I saw a boy with one of the items, the Millennium Ring, I think it is called. If they exist and if you could get them Lord, then maybe Dumbledore and Harry Potter wouldn't be able to stand up to you." the man trailed off hoping his master liked his idea, because if he didn't, well he didn't want to think about that.
"You are sure it was the same one, not some imitation made for tourists?" the man's red eyes glowed as he thought about finally taking down Harry Potter, the one constant thorn in his side.
"Umm.well.I.I can't say for...one hundred percent," the second man started, "but I have complete faith that these items exist," he finished seeing his doom in the other's creepy eyes.
"You better hope so, for if they don't, you become a useless liar and I don't keep useless people around, and I will not tolerate liars, do I make myself clear?" The kneeling man look as though he was about to die of fright, but shook his head in agreement. "Good," replied the red-eyed man, "now, Wormtail, go and tell my Death Eaters that they must go to Egypt. Find those Millennium Items!" The man laughed evilly and his eyes narrowed until they were glowing red slits. ....
R&R please, but be kind this is my first fan fic thanks ^_^